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Every once in a while a woman comes along, hopping around, flipping hair and flashing manicured nails and spouting off about the dumbest shit in the world, and all you can think is “You’re the type that makes women look stupid.”

Enter Meghann Foye, a woman who has written a book and spoken on the topic of “Meternity.” It’s like maternity leave, but without the baby. You know for single people without babies because it’s not fair that only people who have babies get all this time off.

I’ll let that sink in for a minute.

According to Ms. Foye, taking maternity leave is a wonderful time that allows women to reflect on
life, learn to advocate for themselves and their family, and generally recharge.

You moms seeing red yet?

I’m not sure about everyone else’s experience, but I went into labor at night, was emailing my boss from the hospital before they wheeled me into an operating room to cut me open, pulled everything out, including two babies, and put everything back together. I then spe…

Happy Alien Day!
A few weeks ago it was announced that on April 26 (Alien Day) Reebok
would be releasing a replica of the the Alien Stompers Ripley wore in the 1986 movie Aliens,
which were originally made by Reebok for the film. For those who wanted something that isn’t a
mid-calf gym shoe, there was a lower version, worn by Bishop, also being
released.
So here we are, April 26. Everyone is celebrating
Administrative Professionals Day, and a few are
also celebrating Alien Day.
(For those who don’t know the date is a reference to the planet LV-426). Let’s
go get our Alien Stompers on.

Oh, except all you ladies. Yeah. All you ladies that wanted a
pair of Alien Stompers like the ones Ripley, our female hero, wears in the film… Reebok says “fuck
you.” Alien Stompers only come in men’s sizes.
Yep. The shoe worn by one of the strongest, most iconic women on
screen, a woman who unapologetically kicked ass movie after movie, who took out
the Alien queen, cared for a child (RIP Newt), a…

Every month I say I’m going to write, and
then every month goes by with me writing less and less. I am still active on
Facebook, Twitter and Instagram if you follow me there, which I hope you do
because if this is how you get your Cat in Heels updates, then you’re woefully
behind.
So what’s been happening? The twins turned two, I still work a
lot, I haven’t been shopping and have bought zero new shoes for me (the twins
on the other hand…) and I continue to stress about every little thing because I’m
a generally anxious individual and a mom, which makes you more anxious, so
really if there was an Olympic sport for anxiety, I would totally be a
contender.
In all this working and moming and being a wife, there’s not a
lot of time left for me. This weekend I sat with a friend as my twins and her
two children tore her house apart and we discussed the woes of moming. There’s
the working mom guilt that you never get to spend enough time with your kids,
and then on the weekends you try, but…